The Point Below the Letter Ba: The Origin of Creation
In the silence that transcends time, The infinitesimal point, the beginning of all that exists, resides. Nuqtah, oh you primordial seed of creation, Containing unlimited potential in non-existence. From this point, the letter Ba launches into a calligraphic dance, Opening the book of existence with the eternal “Bismillah”. One point, one cosmic breath that cannot be spoken, Giving birth to multiplicity in an unbroken unity. Before the Big Bang, before space-time unfolded, You were the singularity that contained the universe. Without dimension, yet giving birth to all dimensions, Immeasurable, yet becoming the source of all measurements. In the Kabbalistic tradition, you are the primordial Yod, The divine seed that gives birth to the Tree of Life. In Taoism, you are the indivisible Wu Chi, Before Yin and Yang began their dance. Oh initial point, you are the hidden Alif, The vertical without direction, the essence of all letters. In your roaring silence, the secret of creation is hidden, A mystery that never ends. Quantum physics gropes in the darkness, Seeking the Grand Unified Theory that always eludes. But in this point, all forces unite, Gravity and electromagnetism are one unity. You are the barzakh, oh point that separates, Between the manifest and the hidden. The bridge between eternity and temporality, The gateway from the One to the many. In every atom, in every quark and lepton, You reside as the indivisible core. Giving birth and destroying in every moment, The cosmic breath that never stops. Ibn Arabi saw you as the Muhammadian reality, The eternal Logos that mediates creation. In the clear mirror of your consciousness, The Creator gazes at itself. Oh point that contains all points, You are the fractal that manifests the Unlimited. In the unmeasurable Planck scale, The secret of quantum and relativistic integration is hidden. From this point, the universe expands without end, Yet always returns to its indivisible origin. In the whirlpool of creation that never ends, You remain unmoving, the axis of all that revolves. Oh seeker of truth, contemplate this point, Which is hidden yet present in all. For in understanding the origin of creation, We find the true essence of our existence.
